酷暑之夜,星空反倒繁密得很。红头苍蝇嗡嗡累了,蚊蚋便接着纷舞不已;一条壁虎似乎太寂寞,爬到窗纱上向我展现它冷白的腹部。世界太过喧闹,其实它的中心是冷寂的。什么声音也听不到。壁虎能听到我听不到的声音吗?但我还是听到了一粒声音,微茫但尖利的锐音划碎了中心的沉寂。我忽然又想到,向日葵在暗夜里该朝向哪一边呢?东边还是西边?我实在不知道。也许它们只是垂下头,垂向自己的躯体。但我不知道它们是 Summer night, the sky is very dense. The red flies buzzed, the mosquito breezes went on and danced endlessly. A gecko seemed too lonely to climb to the gauze and show me its cool white abdomen. The world is too noisy, in fact, its center is cold and quiet. What sounds can not hear. Can the gecko hear the sound I can not hear? But I still hear a voice, a little but sharp sharp shattered the silence of the center. Suddenly I figured out which side of the sunflowers should I look toward in the darkness? Or the east or the west? I really do not know. Maybe they just bowed their heads to their own body. But I do not know if they are